As Becky was trying to figure out who the machine gun worked, she heard a loud “cluck” behind her and set off several rounds. There were bullets going through the ceiling, the walls, the door, the windows, and a few bullets ricocheted off of the dresser into the mirror hanging on the wall.
No bullets seemed to hit any chickens, though. It may have even pissed them off even more.
As Becky’s “sanctuary” started to fill with more and more chickens, she screamed and the last thing she remembered was hitting the floor.